RE "I love you." You absolutely do NOT "love me." You have never cared what happened to me.
Like I mentioned before: If I were a married woman today with a house and 2 daughters, and Thomas were a bachelor living in an apartment: You'd leave HIM all of your money because I was married and he allegedly had no one. Yet the situation is reversed in reality---and we all know what you've decided to do.
House/Money aside (and it really is an "aside" to me---I've never been money-hungry; it's the PRINCIPLE of the thing):
I am utterly disgusted by your demeaning my political views ("I'm brainwashed") and demeaning the two people that I've really loved (ignoring Ginny in Azle; and "Did you really love Sandra?"). Funnily, when I recently told you what a scumbag Mollie (my first lover) was, your response was: "She seemed perfectly nice."
Like I mentioned before: If I were a married woman today with a house and 2 daughters, and Thomas were a bachelor living in an apartment: You'd leave HIM all of your money because I was married and he allegedly had no one. Yet the situation is reversed in reality---and we all know what you've decided to do.
House/Money aside (and it really is an "aside" to me---I've never been money-hungry; it's the PRINCIPLE of the thing):
I am utterly disgusted by your demeaning my political views ("I'm brainwashed") and demeaning the two people that I've really loved (ignoring Ginny in Azle; and "Did you really love Sandra?"). Funnily, when I recently told you what a scumbag Mollie (my first lover) was, your response was: "She seemed perfectly nice."
I
was an innocent virgin at age 23 (I waited until I really was in love
someone before I had sex), and Mollie immediately gave me herpes and
cheated on me multiple times. It took me 10 years to get over the
psychological trauma. But all you had to say was, "She seemed perfectly
nice."
When I told you I was raped back in 2000, your first reaction was "Were you drunk?"
When I was back from NYC and finally got my own 400-sq-ft apt after staying with you, you kept asking when I was going to get my box of albums out of your house.
And, yes, the sewing table: You went on about this for years and years----"Don't lose the sewing table!" I moved to multiple places over 10 years, and I always liked that table, and always kept it with me---it was always a part of my living-room decor. Yet the minute I gave it back to YOU, you got rid of it. After YEARS of suggesting that I would somehow mislay it! THAT is psychotic----pre-accusing me, then doing exactly the same thing!
Here's another psychotic thing: When we visited Germany when I was 18, I lit a cigarette on the street. It was 1984. The years of controversy about women smoking in public had been banished back in the 1920s. Yet you made a big deal in front of your sister about me putting my cigarette out. I put it out to avoid a fight. (Oh, but wait: You later told me that you, yourself, had smoked as a kid---you said that once an old woman had caught you smoking and said something about the Russians coming! So why was my having a cig in 1984 so disgusting to you?)
In short: You always went out of your way to find things wrong with me, even when there was nothing there. WHY??? You must be mad.
Luckily, I had my success in grade school/high school to give me early confidence. I failed early in college, but, ultimately, I buckled down and made it through after 10 years.
When I first got to UT, I lived in a suite with 4 other girls. After long weekends or holidays, I'd listen to the other girls talk to their mothers on the phone: "Did you get back OK?" No one gave a shit if I had gotten back OK.
Words are NOT trite at this point. LISTEN to what I'm saying for the first time in your life.
When I told you I was raped back in 2000, your first reaction was "Were you drunk?"
When I was back from NYC and finally got my own 400-sq-ft apt after staying with you, you kept asking when I was going to get my box of albums out of your house.
And, yes, the sewing table: You went on about this for years and years----"Don't lose the sewing table!" I moved to multiple places over 10 years, and I always liked that table, and always kept it with me---it was always a part of my living-room decor. Yet the minute I gave it back to YOU, you got rid of it. After YEARS of suggesting that I would somehow mislay it! THAT is psychotic----pre-accusing me, then doing exactly the same thing!
Here's another psychotic thing: When we visited Germany when I was 18, I lit a cigarette on the street. It was 1984. The years of controversy about women smoking in public had been banished back in the 1920s. Yet you made a big deal in front of your sister about me putting my cigarette out. I put it out to avoid a fight. (Oh, but wait: You later told me that you, yourself, had smoked as a kid---you said that once an old woman had caught you smoking and said something about the Russians coming! So why was my having a cig in 1984 so disgusting to you?)
In short: You always went out of your way to find things wrong with me, even when there was nothing there. WHY??? You must be mad.
Luckily, I had my success in grade school/high school to give me early confidence. I failed early in college, but, ultimately, I buckled down and made it through after 10 years.
When I first got to UT, I lived in a suite with 4 other girls. After long weekends or holidays, I'd listen to the other girls talk to their mothers on the phone: "Did you get back OK?" No one gave a shit if I had gotten back OK.
Words are NOT trite at this point. LISTEN to what I'm saying for the first time in your life.
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